The high priest at the door was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at the altar and rushed over like crazy.

The men and women behind him also appeared in a moment of dullness, and then rushed to the altar like a high priest, and knelt down. The excessive excitement made their muscles tremble on their faces, and the ghost fire burned two meters high. They folded their hands together with great devoutness and recited them desperately.

"...My Lord, my sun...I am willing to give you with my bones, blood and soul. Please respond to my begging! I will treat you with my only one..."

The open door was closed. The three ghost souls were all beating. While reciting the spiritual prayer, they secretly felt the power of responding to the summoner.

What is the realm?

Never just have an earl, at least you need a marquis! Only a marquis can speak at the top leaders of various countries!

However, as soon as the three of them stretched out their consciousness, they trembled all over and crawled on the ground like an ant, and they couldn't even recite the prayer.

As vast as the sea, as magnificent as the border.

"What kind of level is this??" The high priest's soul almost screamed because of the sudden fright, but at the same time, a feeling of gratitude suddenly rushed up. He bit his lip tightly. Even though the scene was so huge that it was unimaginable, he wanted to try his best to see what monster he summoned.

Not only him, but the other two men and women were the same. However, this yin energy was far beyond the limit they could contact. Just as he raised his head, with a thud, the three of them hit the floor.

"It's too strong... it's too strong!!" The high priest almost cut into the floor tiles, and his pores were stretched out: "This... is probably the marquis! There was actually a marquis in China responding to us!"

"It's worth trying for such a long time! We still have hope... we still have hope of living!"

"The Queen of the Underworld gave up on us, but the God of Death in the Global World has no!!"

Washing Lala... In the vortex of Yin Qi, Qin Ye held his hands and did not move under his feet, floating out like a ghost. The moment he stepped out, the entire Golden Hall trembled violently.

His eyes swept around leisurely and couldn't help but tickled.

What's going on?

It was obviously an Inca or Aztec decoration, but it contained various cups, tea sets, and some small items in Chinese style. And the person who summoned him was not even a ghost messenger?

"Raise your head." He said lightly.

Actually, what he really wants to say is: Shurima, your emperor is back...

But... I feel so embarrassed after becoming the King of Hell...

As the yin energy from all directions was retracted, the male and female ghosts were still trembling all over. However, the high priest gritted his teeth and looked up at Qin Ye's eyes.

Qin Ye was slightly stunned.

The other party's eyes were not afraid or worried, but only the determination to give full play to everything and the ecstasy in fear.

This is... being forced into a dead end, seeing hope... how could it appear on Yin Ling?

"Dear Your Excellency." The high priest said hoarsely and said in a trembling voice: "I am the priest of the Resistance Army, Wanpannot. It is very... very honored to see you. Dare, how should I call you?"

It's fluent in Chinese.

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows: "China, Qin Yanluo."

Dongdong! As soon as the words were finished, the male and female ghosts had already collapsed on the ground as if they were exhausted. The wide open mouth was like a fish on the shore, breathing the air with all their might. The high priest stayed in place.

There was only the answer they had just answered.

China...Yan Luo...

Yama...is it actually Yama? It is really Yama?!

The God of Death at the top of the food chain in this world?!

A few seconds later, the high priest immediately reacted, kowtowed a few times, choked and said, "Welcome to the arrival of Yama!!"

"I'm going to inform the leader immediately

, welcome you with the highest specifications!”

"No hurry." Qin Ye spoke thoughtfully and walked slowly: "Rebels? Are you the new world... those ghosts who cannot survive?"

For a Yama, any sentence in front of an outsider will be clearly interpreted. The words "can't survive" seem to have vaguely revealed the other party's position. The high priest ghost fire flashed and was about to speak. The silver-haired woman raised her head strongly and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes! Sir!"

"The New World of Underworld... is now a hell! The eagle warriors are catching the souls of the natives of the New World everywhere! After being taken to the Underworld, no one of them came back! We, we can no longer survive!!"

Resistance Army? Qin Ye closed his eyes and some memories immediately appeared in his mind.

When he was in the Philippines, when he caught Ribis, the other party said that the New World had contact with them. The ghosts who could not survive formed a rebel army...

His eyes fell on the small Chinese objects around him. He still remembered that Ribis said that the other party had acquired many magic weapons related to the underworld of China. So... was he planning to make a last try and summon the foreign countries' misfortune?

He nodded slightly at night: "Does there be a ghost called Benson Jin in you?"

If you remember correctly, Benson Jin came forward with the snakehead deal with Ribis, although the other party mentioned it once.

"Sir..." The priest gritted his teeth and said, "Then, that's our leader..."

I see.

Qin Ye did not speak, and paced slowly. With every time he landed, even if it was almost silent, the three ghosts and ghosts at the scene jumped wildly.

In this depressing waiting, Qin Ye finally said, "You are lucky."

"These broken copper and iron can be summoned accordingly, at most, in a district of Philadelphia. This king is there. Tell me, what do you want to beg for?"

The man and woman suddenly looked at the high priest, and the other party kowtowed respectfully again, almost crying, "The Indian descendants... a total of 120,000 ghosts... apply for political/refuge..."

Before Qin Ye could speak, his head was already deeply pressed against the gold on the floor, his white hair was trembling, and he spoke hoarse and humbly: "Please..."

Qin Ye did not respond.

In fact, after knowing that the other party was a rebel, he understood what the other party was thinking.

To summon high-level foreigners, there will be no other purpose except seeking politics/refuge. However...political/refuge is not just a touch of words.

Political asylum refers to the act of a state in which a state seeks political/assistance for political reasons, allowing them to enter, reside and protect, and denying extradition requests from the government of their country.

Simply put, he nodded, and China would have to be responsible for this group of people. Whether they were to extradite them were Shulothel, Apuche, or Miktramkusivati, he had to say no. And these ghosts... were obviously small desserts that attacked the King of Hell from the Underworld.

but!

There was another reason. He nodded without hesitation and said, "Let you who can decide things come in. I will not leave here."

"yes!!"

The priest and the entourage left. In less than ten minutes, the door was gently pushed open, and there were five people wearing brown linen tops and trousers, with red head wrapped around their heads, and a feather was erected behind them - this was a typical Indian style. They walked in immediately.

They didn't walk too fast, as if they wanted to try their best to maintain their face. However, when they saw the man standing in the dim sacrificial hall, wearing a black dark-patterned dragon robe, black hair, and white jade crown, almost his legs were weak and he couldn't even walk.

Yama... This is the real Yama!

The high priest rushed in like crazy just now and told everyone that the news was not believed.

These so-called magic tools are just attempts,

...The real Yan Luo actually attracted?

Even though Qin Ye did not release a trace of yin energy now, when they stepped into this hall, they felt... as if they were targeted by some terrifying existence. Yan Luo, these two words at the top of the food chain in the underworld, are not afraid of whether they release yin energy.

The man in the lead was about forty years old and had a vicissitudes of life. He seemed to be aware of it, but his hands were tightly held together, his breathing was straight, and he walked to Qin Ye like a mechanical step. Then he knelt down and closed his hands respectfully: "Gourme to Qin Yanluo..."

Only after kneeling did I realize that my joints were clattering. This was a sequelae of being too nervous.

In a lonely space, it is very crisp.

However, this is not funny, because the other four leaders are the same. Even... some of them dare not lift up after they lowered their heads.

"Flat." Qin Ye raised his hand with his back: "Sit down and talk."

A gentle yin energy lifted all the yin spirits up. The man in the lead suddenly was stunned, and then he realized that he had forgotten to move tables and chairs when he was too excited!

"Big, sir..." His voice trembled: "I, we'll..."

Before they finished speaking, a yin energy made them turn around. Then everyone's eyes became dull.

Just before them, a round table was raised on the golden floor at some point, with six seats on it. And the figure with his back was already sitting in the main seat!

"No need to be polite." Qin Ye nodded. The five ghosts looked at each other, gritted their teeth and moved over, and sat down with their bodies diagonally.

"I know what you mean." After a brief silence, Qin Ye slowly said: "No, it's not impossible."

Brush!

The five ghosts of the ghosts at the scene were all ignited.

Even if the other party asked, they didn’t ask their name...even if the other party’s sense of being arrogant is so obvious. But... this doesn’t matter!

Isn’t this the case with the Crown of Yan Luo?

And the other party... the other party actually gave them a bright future as soon as they spoke!

No one dared to breathe. Before they came, they had imagined countless plans to impress each other along the way, but before they could come out, the other nodded. They were afraid that the dream would be broken by breathing.

Qin Ye's voice echoed in the hall: "Not only that, I know that I can give you the identity of the ghosts of China. Let you enjoy the same benefits, the same obligations and powers. But..."

“I have a condition.”

No one spoke. Only the burning ghost fire expressed the other person's desire.

Qin Ye licked his lips and said calmly: "You need to dispatch the most elite troops to help me... do one thing in the next few days."

"This is very dangerous. There are not many opportunities for going to Yinling to survive. But I promise in the name of the Yama of China that I can accept all your asylum applications. Yinling who survived even has the right to join the Chinese army to serve as a senior position."

Before everyone could speak, he waved his hand and said, "There is no free lunch in the world. Otherwise... why should I risk offending the two queens of the Underworld to help you escape from the new world?"

"I'm dead or alive, I'll give you half a day to think about it. I'm waiting for you here."

Yes...this is his goal!

The rebels must have an army, Rebis said that they purchased weapons. In addition... if there were no army, why would they escape again and again at the hands of the Eagle Warriors?

This... is the best helper!

In the final script of Death... the Death Soldier who helped him hide the truth from the world!

Cruel?

perhaps.

But there is never a pie from the sky in this world. If you want to apply for refuge in China, just talk to each other?
Chapter completed!